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Epilogue To The Same.
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME .
WRITTEN BY MB . MERRY . SPOKEN BY MRS . JORDAN .
YE solemn Critics ! wheresoe ' er you're seated , To grant a favour may you be entreated ? For which I'll pay you proper adoration , _ , And strive to please you—that is my vocation . _ Then do not frown , but give due share of praise , Nor rend from Shakspeare ' s tomb the sacred bays The scatter'd flow ' rs he left , benignly save ! of the \
Posthumous flow ' rs 1 the garland grave What tho' he liv'd two hundred years ago , He knew you very well , as I will show : His pencil sketch'd you , and that seldom errs ; You ' re all , whate ' er you think , his characters . How ?— -do you doubt it ?—cast your eyes around . In ev'ry corner of this house they ' re found . in the Pit
Observe that jolly Grazier , _ Why , he is F ALSTAFF , fat , and full of wit;—In fun and feasting p laces his delight , _ And with his DOLLY emulates the Knight . Look at that youth , whose countenance of woe Denotes a tender-hearted R OMEO ; He onlwishesthough he dare not speak ,
y , To be a glove to touch his J ULIET ' S cheek ; - While she from yonder terrace smiles serene , And longs with him to play the Garden Scene . sits
But oh 1 I tremble now—there a man , Rugged and rough—a very CALIBAN 1 He growls out his displeasure—' tis a shame ! Do , dear M IRANDA ! make the monster tame . And you , my pretty BEATRICE , don't fret , Your B ENEDICK : is fond of a Coquette : For though he vows he'll think no more about you , t live without
He means to marry—he can' you . Kind , faithful I MOGENS are here to charm us , Mad E DGARS , ancient P ISTOLS to alarm us ; And H OTSPURS , too , who seek the glorious boon , " To pluck brig ht Honour from the pnle-fac'd Moon . " Besides , we have our T OUCHSTONES , SHYLOCKS dire , Uoos false , and many a SHALLOW 'Squire . in their houses
Nay , here are Ladies , who , own , Are D ESDEMONAS , plagu'd with jealous spouses . 'Tis true , there is some change , I must confess , Since S HAKESPEARE ' S time , at least in point of dress . The ruffs are aone , and the long female waist Yields to the Grecian more voluptuous taste ; While circling braids the copious lrcssesbmd , And the bare neck spreads beautiful behind . Our Senators and Peers no longer go , Like men in armour , glitt ' r ' mg in a row ;
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Epilogue To The Same.
EPILOGUE TO THE SAME .
WRITTEN BY MB . MERRY . SPOKEN BY MRS . JORDAN .
YE solemn Critics ! wheresoe ' er you're seated , To grant a favour may you be entreated ? For which I'll pay you proper adoration , _ , And strive to please you—that is my vocation . _ Then do not frown , but give due share of praise , Nor rend from Shakspeare ' s tomb the sacred bays The scatter'd flow ' rs he left , benignly save ! of the \
Posthumous flow ' rs 1 the garland grave What tho' he liv'd two hundred years ago , He knew you very well , as I will show : His pencil sketch'd you , and that seldom errs ; You ' re all , whate ' er you think , his characters . How ?— -do you doubt it ?—cast your eyes around . In ev'ry corner of this house they ' re found . in the Pit
Observe that jolly Grazier , _ Why , he is F ALSTAFF , fat , and full of wit;—In fun and feasting p laces his delight , _ And with his DOLLY emulates the Knight . Look at that youth , whose countenance of woe Denotes a tender-hearted R OMEO ; He onlwishesthough he dare not speak ,
y , To be a glove to touch his J ULIET ' S cheek ; - While she from yonder terrace smiles serene , And longs with him to play the Garden Scene . sits
But oh 1 I tremble now—there a man , Rugged and rough—a very CALIBAN 1 He growls out his displeasure—' tis a shame ! Do , dear M IRANDA ! make the monster tame . And you , my pretty BEATRICE , don't fret , Your B ENEDICK : is fond of a Coquette : For though he vows he'll think no more about you , t live without
He means to marry—he can' you . Kind , faithful I MOGENS are here to charm us , Mad E DGARS , ancient P ISTOLS to alarm us ; And H OTSPURS , too , who seek the glorious boon , " To pluck brig ht Honour from the pnle-fac'd Moon . " Besides , we have our T OUCHSTONES , SHYLOCKS dire , Uoos false , and many a SHALLOW 'Squire . in their houses
Nay , here are Ladies , who , own , Are D ESDEMONAS , plagu'd with jealous spouses . 'Tis true , there is some change , I must confess , Since S HAKESPEARE ' S time , at least in point of dress . The ruffs are aone , and the long female waist Yields to the Grecian more voluptuous taste ; While circling braids the copious lrcssesbmd , And the bare neck spreads beautiful behind . Our Senators and Peers no longer go , Like men in armour , glitt ' r ' mg in a row ;